"Hey! Everybody! You be the judge—we made one joke with her and she's out here blocking the whole intersection screaming like a maniac! Holding up traffic, disturbing the peace—does this woman have no shame?"
Rodney jumped in right behind him:
"Yeah! All we said was her bike looked cool. Tried to say hi. And now she's screaming and carrying on like we're rapists! You've all been working all day—who doesn't just want to get home? But no, Princess here has to make a scene! Wasting everybody's time!"
Roger piled on:
"Out here riding a motorcycle in the middle of the night—who knows what she does for a living! We didn't complain about her cruising around bothering people, and she has the nerve to turn it around on us!"
The moment they finished, car windows around us finally rolled down.
I thought help was coming.
Instead, every man who leaned out had his anger aimed straight at me.
"Hey, sweetheart, the guy talked to you. That's it. Was all this really necessary? It's the middle of the night and you're blocking the road—some of us need to get home. Move!"
"Exactly! Dressed like that on a motorcycle—you wanted people to look. Cut the innocent act. You're out here causing a scene on purpose!"